Just after Marshal Maurice informed the Minister of Rites about the arrangements for Princess Zhao Li's funeral.

The moment the Imperial Minister of Rites received Marshal Maurice's message, he hurriedly arranged for his men to prepare the necessary items for the funeral and to decorate the funeral hall.

He then sent messages to all the imperial officials who needed to attend the funeral, informing their respective departments of the matter.

While in the northern camp of the empire, the young adjutant who had been appointed by Zhao Li as the temporary chief of staff also received a message from the Minister of Rites.

Staring at the message displayed on his communicator, he stood there frozen for a long, long time.

The officers around him, seeing his appearance, walked up to him with questions. Just as they were about to ask him why he was like this, they saw the message on the communicator in his hand.

Upon seeing the message, the group of officers froze on the spot, displaying the same expression as the young adjutant.

That expression held a mixture of doubt, sadness, anger, and a hint of disbelief.

Just then, an older-looking officer spoke up.

"Not only the Second Prince, but Princess Zhao Li had just returned to the capital when news of her death arrived. Why is that?"

After he spoke, the others also began to express their anger and confusion.

"That's right. Chief of Staff Zhao had just returned to the capital when we received the news of her death. Are those officials in the capital raised on shit?"

"Damn it, I can't take it anymore! It must be those officials who conspired to frame the Chief of Staff and the Second Prince. They must be on the First Prince's side. I think he just wants to be the heir to the empire!"

"Yes, that's it. The eldest prince must want to be the heir to the empire, so he arranged for someone to harm the chief of staff and the second prince!"

"We must avenge the Chief of Staff and the Second Prince! We are not those cowardly officials of the Empire; we are all soldiers who fought our way to the top!"

"Yes, we'll gather our forces right now and make the capital hand over the murderers who killed the Chief of Staff and the Second Prince!"

Just as the crowd was passionately seeking revenge for Zhao Li, the young adjutant surrounded by the crowd spoke up. However, unlike the others, he didn't speak in a detached manner; he simply said:

"What revenge? Do you know who killed Chief of Staff Zhao? Do you know that the capital is guarded by an emperor?"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, simply closing their mouths and looking at the young adjutant standing in the center, waiting for his next words.

At this moment, the young adjutant had a tear in his eye. As intelligent as he was, he had already figured out why Zhao Li had died. Looking at the people around him, he continued with a touch of sorrow:

"The Chief of Staff died in the capital, and I even received a message from the Minister of Rites asking me to attend the Chief of Staff's funeral. That's the capital! And the Chief of Staff was the emperor's concubine."

Do you think ordinary officials would harm her? Let's not even talk about the Second Prince. If it were the First Prince, that might be possible, but even with his power and methods, it's impossible for him to kill Chief of Staff Zhao, who is also a princess!

At this point, the young adjutant paused slightly, took a deep breath, and continued:

"So, excluding the eldest prince, there is only one person in the capital capable of killing the second prince and the princess. Not only in the capital, but throughout the entire empire, there is only one person who can kill them and arrange a funeral as if they had died of natural causes!"

That person was...

It goes without saying that things have come to this point. Although everyone is a roughneck, they are not fools. They already have the answer in their hearts: there is only one person who matches what the young adjutant said.

The murderer who killed Zhao Li and the Second Prince was the Emperor!

This idea resonated in the minds of everyone in the room.

Suddenly, the room fell silent. No one continued their earlier clamor to take people to the capital to demand the murderer of the chief of staff.

Doubt and sorrow filled their hearts; they did not know why the emperor had killed the chief of staff and the second prince.

They were completely at a loss, torn between their chief of staff who cared for them and the emperor they respected and admired.

No one in the room, including the young adjutant, spoke. They simply stood there quietly, and apart from the sound of their heartbeats, there was no other sound.

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